INKtober day twelve–seahorses in the sky

have i mentioned how much i love ink?

i started a doodle. it just went weird. skeletons & unicorns…but not in the cool way. then i did this one.
is not my best. i was out of sync. i had this purple spilled ink from a few days ago when misha was painting. i mopped it up with this piece of paper. i did not get a strong impression from the blots…but i did see sea horses.

and i have been wanting to do some airships.

it’s okay. but i think my mojo is off. i have found that i work better towards the end of the day. i think tomorrow i will prepare a piece of paper in the morning. some water & ink play. let it dry. and find my inspiration at dusk.

maybe i need to listen to some tina turner.
get back in the groove.
tomorrow.
tomorrow, my lovelies, is another day of ink.
after all, we have the rest of october!

INKtober day nine–hereafter

i have started reading the obituaries. i know. it is a dark habit. the thing is, i am living back where i grew up, so it’s like i’m searching the crowd for a familiar face. except they’re dead faces. but that’s the thing. the pictures were taken when they were still alive. that’s the part that fascinates me. some of the pictures are from the 80’s or even older. some are recent. whenever i look at them, i wonder if there was any inkling at all, that this would be the picture put in their obituary. did they pick the picture? some maybe, the ones who knew it was coming. others didn’t know. like the car crashes, shootings, house fires. who picks their picture? why did they pick that one? out of spite? because they sincerely thought it was a good picture?
i told dusty not to use a picture from when i was younger. it’s just confusing and weird to me. he agreed–except he said he would use this one:img_1781

because i always joke that i look like mike myers (actor not fictitious serial killer) in it. so he is saying he would use this picture & say that mike myers died.

also! today’s picture was a shout out to my series “old people with animal parts.” you can click on my page called “art by em” and see them. i love that series. old people faces are very artistic. i’m not sure why i added the animal parts, but i felt like it worked. so i decided to try it again and picked a face out of the obituaries and started. i might have picked too happy of a face. wow, he looks happy. i do better with somber faces, i think. and  it turned into some sort of pagan hereafter picture. i’m not sure (once again) what my picture is about. youse all can decide for yourselves. i just draws ’em.

i like that inktober is giving me a chance to try new things. i don’t know if this one was successful, but i finished it. i’m hoping i will find new directions & new inspirations by the end of the month.

INKtober day three: duck-billed dandy lion

today i took my journal in to my daughter’s speech therapy appointment so i could work on my drawing of the day while i waited for her. i turned to the next page to find a scribble drawing. so, like with the clouds, wood grain, and blankets–i found a picture in the scribble.

turns out it was a duck-billed dandy lion.

this is why i don’t do drugs. things like this are running around in my head already.

set backs galore! (or how i became a jerry springer show special)

okay–so i’m of irish descent….

(excuses! just the facts,ma’am!)

and though i am aware of most of the rules & laws & such of our society…i don’t understand them. like, if a person comes across the love her life making out with a brain-damaged pothead in broad daylight just a block from her house…shouldn’t one kick to the knee be allowed? granted, as the man cop alluded to, i should have kicked dusty as well…. but i kicked a girl. i lost my heart. and i broke my elbow all in the span of a few blurry rage-filled moments.

and now my pages aren’t done yet.

maybe i can work more tonight. or maybe i will take one or two of the tylenols with codeine that the kind & handsome dr. joe gave me for my elbow.

one thing is for damn sure. i need to stop finding new material to work with. enough already. keep the drama to the pages, mama.

zombie mama book reviews

so…getting a chance to work with wet, messy ink while being attacked on all sides by an invasion of creatures i created myself…getting a chance to make art while being cannibalized by toddlers (well, that’s what it feels like sometimes)…long story short–i haven’t been able to ink any pages because my kids are nuts.

however.

i did get to read this book, Sharp Teethby Toby Barlow.

sometimes while nursing incessantly needy babies, sometimes, i get to read. or sometimes i just hide away with a book and listen for the screams to hit that certain pitch that means i absolutely must return and take away any sharp or blunt objects.

i picked up Sharp Teeth at the library. i always check out the display tables–themed by bored librarians. this one was a table for an independence day celebration where they picked books that had red covers, white covers, and blue covers. nothing but the red cover put this book on a table where i had easy access to just grab it as i wrestled kids toward the check-out desk. i grabbed it, probably thinking something deep & stimulating like, “huh, i like dogs,” and shoved it in my bag where it hung out through a couple of relocations to temporary homes until i finally pulled it out and opened it a couple of days ago.

upon seeing that the text was all in verse form rather than prose, i almost put it right back in my bag.

for someone who dabbles in really bad poetry, i can be pretty biased and seem to have an aversion to verse.

maybe realizing this, i gave the words a chance to prove they weren’t going to be annoying. and they weren’t! they were a story, written like a poem, but still a story. and a really good story. this first book by Toby Barlow impressed the crap out of me. murder, intrigue, werewolves, some feel-good dysfunctional romance, and a somewhat complicated plot with a variety of characters that wasn’t too difficult for a mother of four to follow. i didn’t feel forced into liking or disliking any of the characters. i wanted characters to survive (i wasn’t rooting for their death like i was when i watched that god-awful film Blair Witch Project). at a certain point i was unable to put the book down & had to neglect my horde until i had finished the book.

oh! and it is a book with a werewolf theme that isn’t one of those annoying jump-on-the-bandwagon-and-write-a-book-about-werewolves-or-vampires books. it feels original. refreshing even.

in the “ps” of the book there is a conversation with the author. he comments that someone described the way his book was written as a graphic novel without pictures.

huh.

maybe that’s why i liked it so much.

also! i have thought about doing books with more text & less pictures (but still with pictures)…& my style of poetry is more like a story than a lyric…and i also like to dabble with mixing genres…. hmmm. maybe i can borrow some inspiration from this.

now…if my children would just let me create something other than more children!

when i was a kid, i fucking brilliant

(this was taken using my beat-up digital camera–plus, i am a terrible photographer…but you get the idea)

when i was a kid, i started writing comics. i don’t remember how old i was, but i remember drawing on this little chalkboard, a story with a cast from the nursery rhyme, “hey diddle, diddle.” it was very dramatic, like a soap opera. strange, because i have never watched soap operas–but i did watch a lot of the tv show soap when i was a kid (a sitcom making fun of soap operas–i totally recommend it.) maybe i was influenced by soap. nevertheless, i did my little comics on this chalk board, erasing when necessary for more space, obviously never keeping a hard copy. but it has always stuck in my head and has influenced me as an adult. i want to develop it. one of my  many projects. i sketched a quick cast picture tonight. the lighting is terrible. my camera does not work as well as my dead scanner did. but here it is. hey! diddle, diddle.

ps. i did tell lynda barry about this in a drunken email to her one night. she never responded. i am a little hurt and a little suspicious.

monsters for sawyer

i have been having a hard time.  not taking classes, being at the dead end of a relationship, trying to be a good mom and feeling like a complete humorless grump, unable to picture a future where i exist as anything but a failure….  i have sunk into a funk.  being in a funk means little motivation for creation.

plus!  my kids have been sick.  the baby has it the worst and is not letting me get any sleep.  no sleep equals no being able to stay up late to work on moses jones.

and today i broke the tip off one of my new rapidograph pens.  the 0/35 pen.  the one i have been using the most.  if there is a budding benefactor of my arts out there….

but i have been drawing a little regardless.  during the day when i get a smidge of freedom and no one is on top of me to bump and torment me.  of course, as soon as they see i am about to give my attention to something other than them, they are quick to jump, bump, and torment.  maybe i should start taking my art supplies to the bathroom with me (the only door with a lock.)

my six year old draws the most brilliant monsters.  he is my inspiration for many creations.  my nine year old helps me with squid and sharks, my six year old helps me draw monsters.  (this is one of his:)

and hatchlings

today i wrote a letter to a past inspiration of mine.  my favorite ex-fiance.  i have written him many letters and hesitate to send him yet another neurotic letter, but it’s stamped and ready to go anyway–and it was my last stamp–so i have to send it, right?  i’ve had one really good relationship out of too many relationships.  and i fucked it up as brilliantly as i could.  i’m sure i am just a bump in the road of his love life, but i like to think there is still something there.  so i wrote him a long and rambling derailed train of thought of a letter today.  and i drew him a picture to show him how special, brilliant, and lovable i am despite what we both know to the contrary.  it’s a variation on a sketch i did earlier.

letter to pete4

now i am going to watch the second half of serenity –hopefully before the baby wakes up again–and hopefully while working on the next page of moses jones.

sleep tight, y’all.

moron my process

moron my process

i thought it would be neat to put up what can be called my first draft before i draw my comic. i write out the story. figure out how i want the text broken up. then i put it on paper. this is what the writing out looks like. i also use this sheet to check the darkness of my ink. and for this page, i actually did a thumbnail sketch–which worked out nicely. i think i will keep that up. i doodled moses’s tattoo on here as well. mostly, my process is sitting & staring & waiting for inspiration. usually while watching the daily show or arrested development. things will appear in my head as i sits and as i thinks. inspiration, if you will.

failing that, i will lay down & nurse a baby–then inspiration is sure to strike.

as you can see. i don’t do much for a first draft. i prefer the raw look of my comic. if i draw the lines too neatly on the first inking, i go back after the second inking and scratch it up a bit.

i was going to post the previous page of writings & doodlings as well, but my toddler peed on it when i left it laying on the floor for too long.

crazed fairy

crazed fairy

perhaps this is a predecessor to twinkle with an “i” from my weener coop comic. i knew this chick whom i do not like, and she always reminded me of some sort of brain-damaged fairy…. i think she inspired some of my art. is that weird? to have someone you do not care for inspire you in art or writing? probably, right? or maybe i’m obsessed. or possessed. but i was looking through old art for something to post and decided that i kinda do like this picture.

i wanted to have some preliminary character sketches of the people who live in the mansion with moses jones–coopers? squatters?–to post. i thought i could do these sketches while i listened to my online geography podcast homework…but instead i am nursing a baby who should be asleep but who likes to wake up & keep me company when i have too much to do.

i’m also still thinking of more weener coop pages. i have to search out all of my notes that i’ve left in random notebooks and on random scraps of paper….